This happened a few years back. For some reason it popped up in my mind and kept reappearing so maybe my addled brain was saying I should tell it. So here it is:

I was in New Zealand at the Sofitel Hotel in Auckland on a solo business trip. It was early evening and I stopped at the bar to have an after meeting drink and decide where I was having dinner. All the folks I met with lived in Auckland and bolted for their homes so I was on my own.

There was a large group at the end of the bar. Tourists having fun, a pretty uninhibited group, not an unusual sight in Auckland. After a bit I sensed eyes on me and noticed several in the group were looking at me. I had to pass them to go to the men's room and seemed to catch several staring, same thing on the way back. I was dressed in a suit, nothing odd and the pleated pants hid any bulge so I didn't know what this was about.

I ordered another single malt when a woman from the group approached me and said in heavily accented but good English, "You are an American, no?" I said yes and she went "We have a really personal question about American men, if you don't mind". I saw the whole group was watching so I got up and walked with her over to the group and told her to ask away. She said "We're from Brazil and in Brazil people believe American men are very well endowed. Is that true".

Well, folks, you've come to the right guy.

I said "Well, I haven't gone around comparing with other country's men, so I don't know for sure. Is 9 inches considered well endowed in Brazil?" knowing damn well it would be. That got some dropped jaws, a couple wows, then a good looking guy, very Brazilian, went "How do we know that's true?" so I trotted out my oft-used reply "There's only one way to find out. Although that's not gonna happen in the bar."

Fast forward a round or two of drinks and a relocation to the top floor suite of rooms. This group apparently had money. The big moment arrived, all of them looking at me in a kind of "Well?" way. Me being the uninhibited exhibitionist didn't hesitate, I unzipped and pulled out the flacid Sequoia to the exclaims of the group. The woman who had approached immediately dropped to her knees and started giving me a bj, which resulted in my cock 100% engorging in a couple minutes. When she realized she wasn't getting it in her mouth, she pulled me over to a large leather couch and started undressing me. I responded by both kissing her and undressing her. It took only a few moments to get naked and discover she was already quite aroused and wet. I had her wait a minute while I got a condom out of my briefcase - hey, a smart businessman's always prepared! - and acompanied by her very vocal cries pushed into her as far as I could while the rest of the group watched intently. She was delightfully snug and very wet, deeper than most and I only had an inch or so that wouldn't go in. As I got my rhythm going she was matching it, pushing her hips up as I slid my shiny thick veined shaft in, then gripping me harder as I slid out, accompanied by her wimpering and my pleasure moans. She was so wet it was dripping down on the sofa and down my dick off my clenched balls. After just a few minutes of aggressively thrusting, she arched and yelled something in Portuguese, moaned and shook, so at that moment I felt my dick swell and pop, and I came pretty hard pumping into her, but retained enough presence of mind to pull halfway out so the onlookers could see my thickness pulse and throb as I pumped. It had been almost a couple weeks of travel and business and I hadn't gotten laid, so my orgasm was body shaking and it felt like my balls were going to come up and out my collarbone, I was pumping cum with my whole body. After finishing and a few panting moments I pulled out and pulled the condom off, heavy with fluid, and held it up to the group. A couple people clapped and one person popped a bottle of Veuve Cliquet. They asked me to dinner, which was brought to the room, during which I was peppered with questions about life with a monster cock, then slightly drunk I went to my room and crashed.

I saw the group at breakfast in the restaurant, where I got very enthusiastic greetings and asked to join them for the day, they were going to be there all week, which I had to decline so I could take care of business.

Remember the good-looking muscular guy who challenged me? He slipped me his card. We ended up hooking up that night in my room, me drilling and drenching that muscular bubble-butt, it was a fine finish to my trip, with him filling his ab cum gutters after I flipped him over and continued drilling then cuming a second time. I left in the morning for a couple more business meetings then flying home. I left him snoring away in a room rich with the smell of men and sex.

When I arrived in the States my phone pinged with a text upon landing. It was muscle-butt saying he was sorry he woke up and I was gone, he wanted to get some AM sex so bad he ended up jerking off onto the cum stains we left behind. He added that the rest of the day he kept having boners thinking of how deep inside him I went, and that it hurt to sit the rest of the day, but it was a good hurt.

A trip to Brazil could be a good thing!

P.S. I later found out she yelled "I'm cumming!" in Portuguese.